Hymn to the Air / Novena

Novena of the thorns.

Have we failed to return all the love that was sought.

Seed of my own heart

Seed of my own thought.

All of the callous indecision of hope.

Say you love me or not before all the other ones

Be with my own heart

Be with my own thought.

So we weep for the sun.

Your eyes held me under all,

Our tides of Hellenic love.

All my weight in your eyes adored.

So the felon sea and it’s waters,

Drowns all my hope in your pride.

High is the sun in your mind.

Wild is the love in your eye

Tied to the sun

Wild is the sun.

And that burned away under the scornful sin.

Misused, overused, unloved, overloved

Entire lives of misery and joy

Spent in movement towards something great.

Never getting there or sometimes arriving mistakenly

But never knowing the way back

Back to the place where you lost it

Or found it

Or threw it away we’re like that,

Fickle to the point of consistency.